today is my birthday

how long had he been sitting here, smiling up at the alligator-flies and bumble-birds? he hadn't a clue. minutes, hours of being uninterrupted. but he wasn't alone. no, not by far. he had the flowers smiling at him, the trees singing off in the distance, the mountains on the horizon bouncing delightfully to unheard music. the wind still danced around him, 3d visions of tilting and twisting rows. he would close his eyes, but the beautiful images still played in his mind's eye. he couldn't tell the difference between open and closed, they both mixed and mingled. reality played daringly with the effects of the glory seeds, was that himself he was seeing? it felt as if he was looking at a different camera angle down upon himself, through the lense of a 3d carnival novelty item. and then, marvelously, an aura so familiar to him pressed against his body and brought a warmth to his heart. he snapped back into his own vessel, rising to his feet as he became aware that he was not alone.

kann das sein? the words flit so gracefully along with the wind, twirling around his ears and kissing the end of his nose before disappearing. he knew that voice, that scent. but it couldn't be. he'd given up all hope already, it just couldn't be. and of course, it wasn't. he turned, a mischievous glare trying to stay upon an intoxicated facade. loki, ihre tricks sind immer so ?berzeugend. he would have moved to meet the very image of his beloved kin and lover, but flimsy limbs caused the hallucinating man to sit once more. ill-matched pools gazed lovingly at the false kapras?us, whom seemed to glow gloriously down to every single golden fiber clinging to his svelte body.